Apr 29, 2014
text to nate
Peter: Guess who has your phone number?
Peter: Because I can see it.
Peter: Because I pay for it.
Peter: You better not go over on your minutes.
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text to nate
Peter: Guess who has your phone number?
Peter: Because I can see it.
Peter: Because I pay for it.
Peter: You better not go over on your minutes.
nate & phillip
He pulled into the parking lot, cutting the engine as he looked through the diner windows. Only two other cars were parked out front, and there seemed to be very few customers inside. Good. He really didn't want to have to deal with large crowds.
Phillip opened the door, the April night breeze hitting him, along with the realization that he hadn't asked the name of the boy he was meeting here. "Damn," Phillip hissed. Well, it wasn't like the kid didn't have an unforgettable face. He'd know him when he saw him. He stepped out and closed the door, locking it manually before heading up to the entrance of the diner.